The writers’ group

As soon as she’d put her daughter’s ironing away, Ruth went back downstairs to ask Ashley how the curtains were coming on. “They’re almost finished,” Ashley told her, stopping the new sewing machine.

Who was the mystery author of Christine’s novel?

SHIRLEY was enjoying herself. It was rare that the employees at Gottens department store were able to socialise. Shirley was in haberdashery. Mr Moyatt usually ruled the department with a rod of iron.

GWEN slipped off her pumps and poured herself a cuppa from the brown teapot with its knitted cover. She sighed contentedly as she leaned back in the kitchen chair and picked up her post. It had been a

THE light was beginning to fade, and as Irene started to scratch her bare arms, she remembered anew one of the few things she disliked about being in the countryside. “The midges are out,” she complai

Joan knew her plan was a daring one, but would it work?